Tra.
Signior Baptista, you are happily met:
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of;
I pray you stand, good Father, to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped.
Soft, son, Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua
To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himself:
And for the good report I hear of you,
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And she to him; to stay him not too long,
I am content in a good father's care
To have him match'd; and if you please to like
No worse than I, Sir, upon some agreement,
Me shall you find most ready and most willing

With one consent to have her so bestowed:
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Bap.
Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:
Your plainness and your shortness please me well.
Right true it is, your son Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections;
And therefore if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a sufficient dowry,
The match is made, and all is done,
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.

Tra.
I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know best,
Be we affied; and such assurance ta'en,
As shall with either part's agreement stand?

Bap.
Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants;
Besides, old Gremio is hearkning still;
And, haply, then we might be interrupted.

Tra.
Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir,
There doth my Father lye; and there this night
We'll pass the business privately and well:
Send for your daughter by your servant here,
My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.
The worst is this, that at so slender warning
You're like to have a thin and slender pittance.

Bap.
It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home.
And bid Bianca make her ready straight:
And if you will, tell what hath happen'd here:
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.

Luc.
I pray the Gods she may, with all my heart! [Exit.

Tra.
Dally not, with the Gods, but get thee gone.
Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?

Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer.
Come, Sir, we will better it in Pisa.

Bap.
I'll follow you. [Exeunt.

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